#WarHammerCommunity

[candyswirls]

@sorormaior Garm would love Cary.

Leman is bewildered how well they behave with him

[kumratart]

Injects your raven with evil juice

Symmetry ref done for faustsvrd <3

[platiumcindi]

A while back I kitbashed these funky little dudes for a Custodes kill team. Becoming a Custodes is supposed to have a super high failure rate so these were meant to be the “almost there” rejects that got shunted into the imperial sewers to die only to come back… wrong.

[dateless-bar]

Tactical Command Authority

Battle Access #1

"Gear Up for Battle – Customisable, Tactical, Ready to Go.”

·Customisable Warlord Plates; ·Personalised nameplates with different material options; ·Card Pack Module – Carry your ID, travel card, or any card; ·Compatible with lanyards of different designs; ·MOLLE system compatible, suitable for tactical backpacks; ·More wargaming-compatible modules (such as rulers and counters) and additional warlord characters are in development.

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Product in testing; does not represent final quality.

Designed by DBOA.ioopic&Grace

[skveerna]

- Rite of pure thought -

[tykemoonrow]

Mortarion in my Style and his loyal friend

[the-most-humble-blog]

Craving a dining experience that doubles as a survival challenge? 🍽️ Take a bite out of Hive City's depths—where your meal might wiggle, scream, or fight back. 🤢 Glassworm Candies and Singing Sibellant Sausages are just the appetizers of this underhive nightmare. Bon appétit—or regret it!

Feast of the Forsaken: A Culinary Tour of Hive City’s Depths

Inspired by the grimdark universe of Warhammer 40,000, specifically the underhive levels of massive Hive Cities. These are sprawling, industrial megastructures housing billions, where the lowest levels are plagued by poverty, crime, and horrifying living conditions. Food sources in the underhive are grotesque, born from desperation and the scarcity of resources, often involving repurposed human remains, mutated creatures, and chemically tainted waste.

Welcome to "The Hive’s Finest"

Dining Delights from the Depths!

Pull up a crate, grab a rusty spoon, and treat yourself to the finest delicacies the underhive has to offer. Where taste meets terror, and the question "What’s in this?" is best left unanswered. Perfect for gangers, scavvers, and anyone still desperate enough to chew.

APPETIZERS

Glassworm Candies – 5 Throne Gelt ✨ "Watch 'em squirm and crunch for brunch!" Irresistibly crunchy, semi-translucent worms encased in sweet amber. Bonus: they're still alive, so you can watch them wiggle while you chew. Warning: may burrow into your gums if improperly consumed.

Singing Sibellant Sausages – 8 Throne Gelt 🎵 "The snack that screams back!" Eels ground alive and molded into musical sausages. Each bite is a harmonious blend of pain, protein, and existential regret. The vibrations? That’s just the soul leaving its meat.

Hive-Womb Jelly Toast – 6 Throne Gelt 🠲 "Stickier than your problems!" Amber ooze from the reproductive sacs of our lovely local hive critters, slathered generously on yesterday’s bread. Guaranteed to energize—or evolve your morning!

MAIN COURSES

Meat-Face Pie – 12 Throne Gelt 🥧 "A pie with personality!" Piping hot and disturbingly human, each pie comes with a lovingly sculpted crust-face. Twitches and blinks guaranteed. Buy two for a chance to recognize someone you once knew!

Sump-Claw Chowder – 10 Throne Gelt 🦀 "So fresh it bites back!" Chunks of our finest toxic sludge crabs, stewed with a hearty broth of industrial runoff. A zesty burn down the throat with a lingering taste of regret. Warning: may corrode your spoon.

Bone Marrow Tap – 14 Throne Gelt 🍖 "Get straight to the core!" A DIY dining experience! Drill into your mystery bone to slurp out black, viscous marrow. Bonus: some bones whisper if you listen long enough.

DESSERTS

Fungus Wafers – 4 Throne Gelt 🍄 "Glow in the dark dessert!" Delightfully chewy wafers made from bioluminescent mold scraped from the hive’s juiciest walls. Double as a nightlight in case your candle burns out.

Glassworm Glaze Crème – 6 Throne Gelt ✨ "Dessert that moves... literally." Crème custard topped with sugar-glazed worms that burst with a crunchy, gooey surprise! Customers say the aftertaste is unsettlingly alive.

BEVERAGES

Emperor’s Drip – 7 Throne Gelt ☀️ "The drink of the faithful!" Golden liquid rumored to be blessed by the Emperor himself. (Totally not servitor juice—we promise!) Experience divine visions or violent seizures—drink it to find out!

Gutterbrew Ale – 5 Throne Gelt 🍺 "It’s... technically alcohol!" Fermented from rainwater, rot, and a touch of despair, this brew will get you hammered faster than a plasma cannon on overload. Pairs well with bad decisions.

Dreamer’s Bile Shooter – 10 Throne Gelt 🌌 "Reality? Optional." A thick, mind-altering cocktail straight from the glands of rogue chem-mutants. For the brave and/or insane, this shot guarantees a cosmic trip. Warp-demons may apply.

SPECIAL DEALS

The "Full Mutation" Feast – 35 Throne Gelt Can’t decide? Why not try it all! Includes one appetizer, main course, dessert, and beverage of your choice. Plus, we’ll throw in a FREE health potion (well, it’s actually just a placebo, but it’s the thought that counts).

DISCOUNT WEDNESDAYS

Bring a friend (or a body!) for half-price on all Corpse-Starch Specials. Remember: In the hive, waste not, want not.

The Hive's Motto:

"If it doesn’t kill you, it’ll make you... different."

🦠 Side Effects May Include: Glow-in-the-dark skin, extra appendages, temporary loss of sanity, and sudden loyalty to the Hive Queen.

Bon appétit, underhivers!

[noxassula]

Uh oh brothers, shouldn't have said that...

[quortknee]

Magnus doodle

[skrankku]

In most estimates of primarch heights, Leman is significantly shorter than Magnus. In some he is bordering on hobbit sized.

[wolf-tail]

[candyswirls]

Can we get Neoth panicking about Lilith's existence and thinking her a monster before realizing she's just like any other ten year old when she starts purring in his lap?

Well, and animalistic as well as cannibalistic due to the blood drinking, but she's fine, she just has the same markings as some African grass finch chicks have-

He rested his head on his fist, watching his grandchild. What did he do to merit this within her?

She had happily given him a wide, opened mouth smile. Those spots within her mouth and cheeks... inhuman. He felt guilt as she saw his expression and quickly pulled back.

What did this mean, though?

His mind ran through all the various gene-splicing he'd done when creating his sons. Was it his decision? What about Amar and Erda? No, he closely monitored the project.

This had to be his fault. Sanguinius had been worried. She wasn't growing and was turning a sickly pale shade. Weaker than usual. Duller.

She seemed interested enough in her hobbies, and he gladly indulged in it. He offered her a skull to carve into. He'd have been worried if this interest had Dorn not told him how they bonded over the shared aspect of each other's cultures.

Still, he questioned if this was the surface of something for more morbid.

She sat at the base of the throne steps.

"I usually use the tibia or humerus," she stated as she inspected the designs around the eye sockets.

"Not the femur?" He questioned, trying to keep the conversation going. He wouldn't ignore or dismiss her.

"No," she said. "It's too bulky for the types of designs and artistic vision I have. The really hard part is the small bones, though, like fingers. Lots of little details, and I am bigger than baselines. You have to be careful not to break them. It's considered bad luck and disrespectful to the dead."

He nodded slowly even though she couldn't see.

She continued, "Some say that I could just use astartes skeletons, but they don't offer their own for such purposes, and the ceramic infused bones are hard to carve into."

He raised a brow, "The bones are donated. An interesting aspect."

She looked up at him, "It's seen as a great honor to become a work of art and its also an honor to do it for someone. If you ever wanted I could carve your bones."

He stared a moment, and she laughed, "As if you'd ever die! No, but I think it's important to have that promise there."

He had seen the markings again but forced a smile through, "I am flattered at your offer. No doubt you would do well with my bones."

He was the master of mankind but right now, he had another important duty. Being a grandfather.

She stood and skipped up the steps. She kneeled at the throne, resting her elbows on his lap.

"Since it won't happen, I can show you what I'd do," she stated excitedly.

She pointed out each carving on the skull and what it meant. What she would do for him. How she would do things differently than this skull and others she'd carved into.

"I could use xenos or animal bones too and make you something," she offered. "I just need to find some really good ones."

Her glee was obvious.

He stroked her head, "Your father is very proud, I'm sure. I am as well. You take great care in your work. A worthy endeavor."

A smile crossed her face and she rested a head on his lap.

"Thank you," she said quietly.

He got the distinct impression that she needed to hear that. He continued stroking her head and hair and noticed a low and soothing rumble coming from Lilith. Purring. Like so many of his sons could do.

This put himself at ease as well. She'd be alright. She was very much a child. Only caring for her interests and wanting to have validation. She bore no ill will, and he'd have time to figure out something if anything did happen.

He just hoped there wasnt any romantic traditions with this. Throne forbid the day she developed a crush.

[kumratart]

AU where everything is the exact same but the Emperor is Kermit

[ughidontevenknowwww]

Hello Warhammer fandom

[msflora-lynn]

I speed ran this entire art in a single day between my commission work, cause this idea is haunting me since the trend is all over my twitter.